Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.